June 28, 2019

I felt confident going on this patrol that night. I wanted to get more thorough.  But already I can tell I was sweating thru my mouth mask, that's going to be a problem.  As I passed Asmont Station, I met a photographer who wanted to take my picture as well as a couple who were just as intrested.  I told them who I was & where to find me on Facebook.  I managed to go deeper in a few side streets.  One time I had to stop because I heard a small dog barking, why start trouble.  Then when I got to Whitten Street.  I just walked, I saw a lady walked out & walked immediately back in as I turned around.  Still got butterflies.  As I crossed too Gibson, there were these bunch of kids who looked at & asked, "What are doing dressing up like that in the hood G?"  I told them, I'm here to help.  Then as I left, I told them to be safe, in the return they told me to be more safe.  I walked a long part of Dorchester.  Already I felt sweaty, tired.  You could play the Battle Hymn of the Republic to this, or any hip-hop song.  As I turned back, I saw this couple.  One of them asked for money for food.  I wouldn't give them the money, but I offered to pay it for them.  I went to the local pizzeria, & order ten chicken wings, a soda, & juice for myself.  They were grateful, but when they asked for money for cigarettes & bus fare, you you know you had to slow your role.  But on the bright side, I had my juice with them on the park bench.  As well, I saw a lady who was having trouble with her bicycle.  There was somebody who was also taking care of it, but I decided to offer to help.  I gave them my flashlight, & the repairs went much easier.  She thanked both of us as she rode away.  I noticed the mouth mask was getting worse.  I think for next patrol I'll do without it.  I'm comfortable in my won skin.